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Perhaps it was a trick of the sun, but Matt seeo white

A PLAN WOULD HAVE BEEN good Soet hih she would like nothing better than to send his sorry butt right to the nearest jail cell

Prison warden wasn’t even the half of it Savannah O’Neill was judge, jury and executioner

“Steel and Wood Architecture,” he ed to say and then, because all she did was arch an eyebrow, he gave her the number The direct number to his office

This is never, ever going to work

Erica, his assistant, was a wizard, but this ht prove to be too much What were the odds that she would remember Hoas his mother’s maiden name?

He watched Savannah fro to assess the broken cobblestones of the steps they stood on

“Hi Erica, is it?” she said into her cell phone and Matt stooped to inspect the ivy overtaking the stones He touched a gray-green leaf with shaking fingers “My na a Matt Howe to do soave me Steel and Wood Architecture as a reference…Matt Howe Howe” She tilted the phone away froht pop off fro in his neck “Is that with an e at the end?” she asked

He nodded, stupidly

Seriously, Woods You’re a self-made millionaire, you were on the cover of—

“He did?” Savannah asked, sounding skeptical “He was?” That didn’t soundto be needed when she called the cops A cash explanation? “Best employee the firm ever had?”

He swiveled to face Savannah who stared at hi thethat came naturally

She sh her hair and illu it shimmer

Matt felt like he’d been sucker punched This was the wo to She did live somewhere inside that cold shell

Sonition where there hadn’t been one before

Her sharp edges seelittering around her She was Ingrid Bergman, vulnerable and stoic and so beautiful it hurt to look at her